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Could've Been a Tardigrade
Yeah, the brochure for Homo sapiens really undersold the fine print. I couldâve been a tardigrade â near-indestructible, vacuum-proof, radiation-tolerant, and still somehow adorable. Or a crow, solving puzzles for fun and holding grudges across generations. Or even just a perfectly content slime mold that votes with its body and never has to file taxes. Instead: brittle skeleton, 80-yearâŠ
If It Isnât Blood, Itâs Roses
All is not well in the land of infernal vision The picture is coming in loud and clear. Hard and fast Humanity is succumbing too easily to unconventionality Itâs not enough to accept without questioning why Havenât you considered that we are far too accepting of the razorâs edge Not crying out in pain simply because We are told that if it isnât blood Itâs roses ©MelanieMcCurdie
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July 1, 2o26
Tomorrow we celebrate our beautiful country, friendly neighbours, breathtaking scenery, and our national superpower: apologizing when someone else bumps into us. đ May your coffee be double-double, your barbecue stay lit, your fireworks sparkle, and your mosquito bites be kept to a minimum. Have a fantastic Canada Day, eh! â€ïžđ€
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In the Cellar
âWhat is that smell?â There was nothing I could say. I had grown nose-blind to it. I had only known one time without the stench â when I was dead. In death, the smell vanished. There was only mountain air and lake water, so clean it cleared my lungs in one breath. I had prayed I would return there someday if that place was heaven. I had been lost in that sweetness when something crept up behindâŠ
Paix Stent
The bane of my existence is my best friend, Paix. Naming this woman Peace was an entirely wrong choice, in my opinion. I sometimes wonder if it was some kind of inside joke, and then further muse about whether her mother knew what she was doing. Naming a storm like her after a harmonious concept â one would think â was a direct jab at the gods. Perhaps her mother had also known that the childâŠ
Judas Terry - The Enigmatic Envelope
Judas Terry spends the rest of his shift working and worrying about the encounter heâd had with Hartley. It was unusual for her to speak so directly about personal matters, especially those she shouldnât have known about. The hours dragged along with the inner monologue repeating in his head like a bad soundtrack. How did she know? He doesnât share these things with just anyone, and the onlyâŠ
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The Afterlife Learning Center - Part 6
One day, I received a message from Farren, inviting me to meet with her again. I make my way to her office, curious about what she wants to discuss. âSeamus,â she greets me warmly. âHow have you been?â âIâm doing well,â I reply. âIâve been exploring the different roles and learning a lot.â âIâve been keeping an eye on your progress,â she says, her tone serious but kind. âAnd I think youâre readyâŠ
The Afterlife Learning Center - Part 5
Over the next few days, I continue my orientation, participating in a series of learning sessions and workshops. Each experience provides new insights and helps to develop a better understanding of this supposed Utopia and my place within it. One morning, I find myself back in the Guidance Department, shadowing Elara as she counsels a recently deceased man named Thomas. Thomas has died suddenlyâŠ
The Afterlife Learning Center - Part 4
She brings us to a cozy little bar tucked away in a quiet corner of the ATLC. Shugar Skulls is a lively place, filled with a mix of Reapers, formerly human souls, and other Afterlife Denizens. The atmosphere is relaxed, and the drinks menu is surprisingly extensive. Best of all, there is no friction or conflict. Just a bunch of deadies blowing off steam together in friendship. We find a table andâŠ
The Afterlife Learning Center - Part 3
I am awakened by a gentle knock on the door. My eyes pop open with a glare. Where the fu- oh yeah. Iâm dead and these are my new quarters. I sit up, rubbing away the sleep and call out as another, louder knock sounds. Someone is impatient. âYeah, man, itâs open, come in. No need to bang the thing down.â The door cracks open slowly, a quiet ahem precedes the kind face of Marvin Leduc. He stepsâŠ
The Afterlife Learning Center - Part 2
Kelseyâs voice carries down the hallway to where the other Harvester of Souls has entered a doorway I havenât seen before and brings with it a chill. âWelcome to the Afterlife Transitional Learning Centre. Today is the first day of the rest of your death. My name is Kelsey, and I will be your liaison during your orientation.â I follow Farren through the doorway, my mind racing with more questionsâŠ
The Afterlife Learning Center - Part 1
One moment I am asleep, then I am awake, and there is some sort of shrouded figure where my housecoat used to be. I lie there a moment, staring at it and trying to discern whether it is my overactive imagination or the leavings of the nightmares that have started about six weeks ago. It is neither. There is this instantaneous and hideous sensation of my stomach being pulled forcefully through myâŠ
The Stumblers
Hollywood sure did get it wrong. All those TV shows, movies, books, and pop culture references missed the mark completely. None of those so-called âguidesâ offered real preparation for any and all imagined creatures Iâd be fighting for the rest of my life. Our lives. It affected humanity as a species, so forgive me if I speak for all of us.We shouldâve known better than to believe in obviousâŠ
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2026 Should Be a Do-Over
You want horror? Try finding your partner collapsed in a tub of water and struggling to breathe. Try being told by 911 to flip them over to do compressions, though they are too heavy to flip over and do compressions Try doing back CPR after your own bypass surgery less than 6 months before and have them stop breathing. Try watching EMS and Fire Personnel pull them out; they find no heartbeat.âŠ
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No Epiphanies - Blinded by the Light
As the guard continued her task, the man in pinstripes turned his attention back to us. âEveryone, please lie on the floor. Do it now!â his voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument. We obeyed, dropping to our knees and lying flat, our faces pressed against the cold, hard floor. The marble was a blessed relief. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure the others could hear it too. Then, out ofâŠ
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No Epiphanies - Curiouser Still
The air grew thick with a sickening blend of gun smoke, sweat, and shit. The scent of fear was astringent; if I could smell it, I was sure the perpetrators could too, though they clearly did not care. Those maniacs hooted and celebrated as if taking a human life were a party invitation. It was truly horrific, and while most of the shocked hostages cried quietly in fear, not one dared to speak asâŠ
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No Epiphanies - A Trepidacious Taste
They sayâwhoever âtheyâ areâthat when your life is in imminent danger, your entire experience flashes before your eyes. Thatâs true for some, but it wasnât my experience. There were no cinematic flashbacks, no overlapping images of loved ones like a torturous PowerPoint presentationâno epiphanies or sudden changes of heart. Nothing like that happened at all. Initially, the noise wasâŠ
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